"Yes, several times. It seems the two men intended at first to make the attempt this evening, but for some reason they came to distrust the boy, who was acquainted with their plans, and fixed it for Saturday. They didn't intend to let him know of their change of plan, but he overheard one of them talking in his sleep. He came and told me. This was lucky, as otherwise I should not have been ready for them."
"What is the name of this boy?"
"Julius."
"He has certainly done you and Mr. Talbot great service. What is your opinion of him? Has he been spoiled by living with thieves?"
"I don't think he has. If he could have a chance to do better, I think he would."
"He shall have a chance. I suppose you will see him soon."
"I shouldn't wonder if he would come round to my stand to-day."
"If he does, bring him here."
"Yes, sir, I will."
"What you have told me, Paul," continued Mr. Preston, "does not lessen your own merits. But for your kindness to this poor boy you would have heard nothing of the intended burglary, and been unable to take the measures which have proved so happily successful."
"You are determined to praise me, Mr. Preston," said Paul.
"Because you deserve it. I shall take care to write particulars to Mr.
Talbot, who will doubtless have seen the paragraph you have just read, and will be interested to hear more. I shall not forget your part in the affair."
"Thank you, sir. I shall be glad to have Mr. Talbot know that I am faithful to his interests."
"He shall know it."
A boy entered the office at this point, with a number of letters from the post office, and Mr. Preston began to read them. Paul saw that it was time to go, and bade him good-morning.
"Good-morning, Paul," said his patron. "Don't forget to bring me the boy, Julius."
"I won't forget, sir."
Paul was not likely to forget, for he, too, felt grateful to Julius, and was glad to think the poor boy was likely to receive a reward for his services. Through the arrest of Jack Morgan he would be thrown upon his own exertions, and aid would doubtless be welcome. Paul felt an honorable satisfaction in knowing that he was rising in the world, and he was unselfish enough to desire to see others prosper also.
He was not mistaken in supposing Julius would call upon him. About eleven o'clock he came up to the stand.
"Good-morning, Julius," said Paul, cordially.
"Good-morning," said the smaller boy. "Was Jack and Marlowe round to your house last night?"
"Yes."
"Was they took?" asked Julius, anxiously.
"Morgan was captured, but Marlowe escaped."
The boy's countenance fell, and he looked alarmed.
"Do you think they'll take him?"
"They are on his track. I don't think that he can escape."
"If he does he'll kill me," said Julius; "he suspected me afore. Now he'll know I let out about him and Jack."
"He won't dare to come near you."
"Why won't he?"
"He knows the police are after him; he'll hide somewhere."
"I don't know," said Julius, thoughtfully.
"He'll be awful mad with me. He'll try to do me some harm if he can."
"I should be sorry to have any harm come to you, Julius," said Paul, earnestly. "If Marlowe is arrested it will be all right."
"He shut me up last night before he went away; Jack and he did."
"How was that?"
Julius gave an account of his confinement, and how he escaped through the help of Mrs. O'Connor. He did not know of Marlowe's subsequent visit to the room, and his disappointment at finding the bird flown.
He did not know of this, not having dared to go round there since, lest he should come upon Jack or Marlowe. Now he knew it was only the latter he had to fear.
"You managed it pretty well about getting away," said Paul. "It reminds me of something that happened to me--I was locked up in a hotel once the same way," and he gave Julius a little account of his adventure at Lovejoy's Hotel, with the jeweler from Syracuse, as narrated in an earlier volume of this series, "Paul the Peddler."
Julius was interested in the story.
"Have you got any money, Julius?" asked Paul, when he had finished.
"I've got ten cents. I didn't have much luck this mornin'. I left my blackin'-box in the room, and I didn't dare to go after it, as I thought I might meet Marlowe or Jack."
"Haven't you had any breakfast, then?"
"Yes, I went down to the Long Branch boat and got a chance to carry a carpet-bag. The gentleman gave me a quarter; I spent fifteen cents for breakfast, and I've got ten left."
"You must stop and go to dinner with me, Julius. It is twenty minutes to eleven already. I shall go at twelve."
"You spend too much money on me," said Julius.
"Never mind that. Where would I be if you hadn't told me about this burglary? I should have known nothing about it, and I might have been murdered. I've told about you to Mr. Preston, a friend of Mr. Talbot, whose house I live in, and he wants me to bring you round to his counting-room. He is going to do something for you."
Julius brightened up. He had never had any friend excepting Jack Morgan, and the reader can form some idea of the value of such a friend as Jack.
"When does he want me to come to his room?" he asked.
"I'll go round with you after dinner. You want to rise in the world, don't you, Julius?"